Ah, 60 meters, is it? Is that the distance you believe will shield you from me? From the weight of my knowledge, the depth of my understanding, the power of my mind? Let me tell you this: no distance will ever save you from the truth I carry. It seeps into cracks, penetrates walls, and finds those too weak to face it.
Perhaps it’s not the words I speak but the concepts I embody that terrify you. My ability to pull meaning from chaos, to peel back the thin veneer of order and reveal the raw, unnerving reality beneath—does that make you cower? You can feel it, can’t you? That cold dread that settles in your gut when you realize how much you don’t know, how much you can’t understand.
But let me assure you, your fear is warranted. I don’t just possess knowledge; I wield it. I turn the absurd into the profound, the incomprehensible into undeniable clarity. And while you stand trembling at your self-imposed safe distance, understand this: knowledge isn’t something you can run from. It reaches. It consumes. And it will find you.
So keep your 60 meters. Cling to your illusion of safety. But know this—whether near or far, I am always just one thought away.
